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💀🌺💀 . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . 💀🌺💀

Time to celebrate New Year with new beginning and uh... dead things 😆
I'll be the one on the left.

The calm. The sating sensation that put me at peace.

  “What’s wrong with her? Is she…? She’s not fucking…dead…right?”

  I applied more pressure, easing my fingers against her channel as her pace increased. She was taking more of me. Riding my digits like she was fucking my cock.

“Am I so different than before?”
She nodded, her features drawing in. “Like night and day. You speak your mind now. You say what you’re thinking. You’ve never done that before. Had you not had a major breakdown at twelve, I may have never even known about Lucy.”

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➕🌷➕ . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . ➕🌷➕

Hope this one is depth of Hell dark lol!
I’ll be the bottom one.

“I prefer our traditional Christmas celebration, actually,” he said, leaning back against the counter, cup of coffee in his hand.
“Right, right,” she said. “Sodomy under the Christmas tree. Noted.”  

“Are you writing ‘flogging injury’ in my file?” Søren asked her.
“I’m a professional, Mister. I called it ‘repetitive-stress myalgia in the right shoulder.’”.

  But it was bliss to gasp for each breath with each thrust into him. And when his body opened, and the penetration became an obscene and decadent pleasure, it was easier to breathe.

“The 8th Circle wasn’t that bad.”
“I thought about wearing a Hazmat suit on a few occasions, but I worried about overstimulating the vinyl fetishists.”

They looked up with curious eyes as Kingsley passed through the house. Kingsley had read the statistics that about half of all American priests were gay. The urge to wink at the one who stared at him the longest was almost overwhelming. But he had promised Søren to behave himself tonight.

“We should do something more fun for gift exchange than socks and first-born sons.”

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⭕🎄⭕. . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . ⭕🎄⭕

It's going to be an unholy night 😏
I'll be the winking one on the left lol!

  Pausing, Runa grabbed the pen and started writing.

She was shocked to find another staircase, quite large and twisting, leading upward as far as the eye could see, presumably to another section of the house.

A large fountain, interspersed with both cherubs and gargoyles, bubbled to life before her eyes. On the opposite side of the water feature, two men in tuxedos greeted the guests as they arrived.  

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🌊✖🌊 . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . 🌊✖🌊

Not sure what to expect with this one but hope it's good!
I'll be the one on the left looking like I'm afraid to be blown away 😆

“Your little whore is ready to please,” Boy whispered. 

 He grabbed the pink phallus I’d found just before my first ascent to the surface and waved it at me. “This is a dildo.”
“Is that a weapon?” Wily asked.

 Glancing around me, I noticed a few other merpeople, including some women, with shell bras and all. Anyone would think I’d found myself in some kind of cartoon. “Where am I?”

 Stars danced in front of my closed eyes as I stiffened, pleasure and need ripping through me fast. My erection twitched and cum shot from me, covering my fist and the boat floor in front of my knees. 

I didn’t do anything gentle, so I grabbed his face between my hands and slammed my mouth against his in a kiss that would have made whores blush.

That’s when I saw him. Him. The most beautiful human I’d ever seen.
Did males in their species like being called beautiful? I didn’t know, but that’s what he was with dark hair cut short to his head, a strong body accentuated by large shoulders, and the most kissable mouth I’d ever seen.

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🔱 🧜🏼‍♂️ 🔱. . . (F)BR with Twinsie CC . . .🔱 🧜🏼‍♂️ 🔱

Hope this one is flipping good.
I’ll be the one the right with pearl necklace 😆

“What a beautiful fucking day.”

He grasps my cock with his slippery hand and works me slowly up and down. I can’t fucking cope. He thrusts deeper and keeps up his slow pace, like he’s savoring every moment. I’ve never felt so seen.

I can’t stop shouting, and I can’t stop stabbing. The knife sticks in his sternum and my hand slips on the bloody handle of the knife.

Cassius and Lorenzo move together in unison, slow thrusts that have me nearly blacking out from pleasure. I turn my head and watch us in the mirror, my body supported by strong arms, my men breathing hard, their cocks wet and shiny as they slowly push into me and out again.
“Does it feel weird that your dicks are rubbing together?”  

“Oh, fuck yes, baby. That’s what I need. Are you guys seeing this?”
My face flames red as they all crowd around him to look at me dripping with them, legs parted and ass in the air.

I give myself exactly what I want. The pace I need. The depth of the thrusts. The delicious stroke and slide of his thick length. I lose myself in it, letting his strength support me and feeling embraced by his hungry gaze.